#the polyamory at the end... i...

[charleemoon]

toby fox made chapters 3+4 because he would not rest until he forced every single one of his fans to become multishippers

[fernisfreaky]

Why do I keep thinking that Optimus, Megatron, and Ratchet from Prime were in like a throuple before the war?

BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!!!

[localdumbitch]

Updated Polyamory in Movies/TV

in 2022, I made this https://www.tumblr.com/localdumbitch/703497437443211264/polyamory-in-media?source=share

3 years later, here's the current list:

You me her (good)

Sense8 (good)

Amorous/Hide & Seek (really good, one of my faves)

Siren (acceptable)

Fling (a classic, but bad ending)

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women (acceptable, we deserve this type of genre film)

Normal Adolescent Behavior (complicated but good, ending sucked)

Two in the Bush (good)

Trigonometry (really good)

The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself (really good, we were robbed w the cancellation)

Ma Belle, My beauty (boring but watch)

Lost Girl (good until its not good but still watch)

Gossip Girl reboot (um complicated as in the show is bad but the throuple is cute… ends Not Great for the throuple tho)

Show Me What You Got (terrible ending, I mean really)

We Are Thr3e (my personal fave)

Blocco 181 (s1 perfect, no notes. S2 big Disappointment, consider yourself warned)

Three of Hearts: A postmodern Family (interesting bc it's a doc about a real poly triad but doesn't have a great ending to their story)

First Blush (acceptable)

All About Them (decent)

Sex of the Angels/Angels of Sex (I really wanted to love it but it was just….meh, the first half is really just the guys falling in love, then the second half is the girl falling in love with guy #2, and the last five mins is all 3 together)

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh (debatably poly but I didn’t hate it? Idk, watch at ur own risk)

Petit mal (honestly not bad, bonus points for being a lesbian throuple based on an irl lesbian throuple. Worth the watch)

Challengers (need I say more)

Before We Grow Old (not good. Waste of time. Anti-polyamorous in many ways)

Poly is the New Monogamy (not rlly all that poly, doubt it will get a s2 but I'd watch it if it did)

Not Watched

Stroking an Animal

Savages

3 Will Be Free

Versailles

The Taste of Betel Nut

Threesome

Bright Night* 

Kiss Me Again

Caprica

The Magicians

Wanderlust

Compersion

Poly People

Threesomething

Reckless*

Love: Augmented

Couple to Throuple

Four Little Adults

Wild Side

3

Family (2008)

Paname

Doctor Odyssey

*need more research

Purposely not included; The Expanse, most animated shows that have a single episode of polyamory (I’m looking at you Futurama), Black Sails, American Horror Story, Fate: The Winx Saga, Avenue 5, Insatiable, The Politician, Bandits, A Strange Affair, Happy (2015), Threesome (2021)

[whoreiorcats]

This is how Petey can still win. summer must return. or summer was over the moment helly was born and petey became the past

[theswirlersisterscircus]

Because of this post reminding me about the Bad Kidz Parent Polycule, I present to you the Bad Kidz Family Cluster.

[ID: A family tree of all the Bad Kidz and their parents using the updated official art. In the top right corner, Gorgug has a solid green line connecting him and Roz and Gorbag. A dotted green line connects him and Digby and Wilma. Roz, Gorbag, Digby, and Wilma are connected by a solid black line with a question mark below it.

Below that, The Applebees are connected to Kristen, Bucky, Bricker, and Cork by solid green lines. Kristen and Tracker are connected by a solid pink line with a red X crossed through it.

Tracker is connected to "Unknown Parents" by a solid green line. "Unknown Parents" is connected to Jawbone by a solid blue line, and Tracker and Jawbone are connected by a dotted green line with a question mark above it. Adaine is connected to Jawbone by a dotted green line, and Aelwyn is connected to Adaine by a solid blue line.

Jawbone and Sandra Lynn are connected by a pink line. Sandra Lynn and Gorthalax are connected by a pink line with a red X crossed through it, and Fig is connected to them by a solid green line. Gorthalax and Sklonda are connected by a pink line with a question mark below it. Sklonda and Pok are connected by a purple line that is bisected by the skull and crossbones emoji. Riz is connected to them by a solid green line.

Sandra Lynn and Gilear are connected by a purple line with a red X crossed through it. Gilear and Fig are connected by a dotted green line, and he and Hallariel are connected by a pink line. Hallariel and Bill are connected by a purple line that's bisected by a skull and crossbones emoji. Fabian is connected to them by a solid green line, and Fabian and Fig are connected by a dotted blue line. End ID]

Green means parents/children, Blue means siblings, Pink means dating, and Purple means marriage. Dotted lines mean non-biological. The black line means I have no idea what the Thistlesprings and Roz and Gorbag have going on.

I wasn't sure if Gorthalax and Sklonda are actually dating so I put a question mark, and I wasn't sure if Jawbone actually adopted Tracker or was just letting her live with him. Regardless, here's the full family tree. I hope it gets worse <3 thanks for your time.

[isbergillustration]

Having an Eye Opening Experience

[ewwww-what]

It probably won’t (it will)

[cyanferret21]

The Constellation AU

A new addition to the most powerful family on Mobius! The biological son of Silver and Amy, child to Shadow, Sonic and Blaze as well. A boy with a very interesting genes.

I personally like the hc that Amy is part Echidna, and so she in some way tied to Knuckles’ family. Their sibling dynamic is very dear to me.

And so now, her son inherited a lot of recessive genes from her side of the family, and not a lot from Silver’s. Bronze may look like an echidna, but I assure he most certainly is a hedgehog. It’s just genetic’s silly prank ig

Bronze’s fur pattern:

Also at first, my friend assumed the boy was Shadow’s son, cause… I mean, look at him! When I explained that “No, he’s Silver’s” he was like: …I have questions to Amy. Ahaha no, the child is not Shadow’s, in my au and in this polycule Shadow is asexual and he doesn’t even like toddlers all that much. Nope, definitely not for him hehe

[threepandas]

Bad End: Into The Light

It was impossible to ignore the steps behind me.

I was told, again and again, they were of no consequence. No SIGNIFICANCE. That my "shadows" were little more then passive servants. Glorified furniture that followed me room to room. But... but how could I possibly believe that? Worse, if I DID believe that? What would that MAKE me?

I was followed, as I am always followed these days, by... by DECORATION.

That's what they were BRED for. MADE to be. Aesthetically pleasing decoration. Perfectly matching, pleasantly smiling, mindless drones.

It sickened me.

When I "woke up"? Laughable as that phrasing is? Because I was not... not SLEEPING. I was... WAS... I had not BEEN-!

When I... "woke up" as it were, from that... long sleep. The one I had no choice in. That terrifies me even now. Haunts my dreams and wounds my soul. I found myself in a shining temple. A holy place, I was told. A beautiful place, it seemed.

And like so many stories? Like every tale of Utopia supposedly found? It was only after the first rush of wonder, did the cracks in the foundation begin to appear. And oh... OH, did they run DEEP.

I? Was "born" from a shining pool. Beneath sunlight and surrounded by soft breezes. Beauty and nature. But the "shadows"? They take the waters and manipulate them. Archaic machines I have never seen, someplace deep and dark.

I only see the successes of this process.

My mind screams that something terrible must happen, to those deemed "failures".

How? How in any God's name could I EVER be expected to accept this? This slavery and butchery? Worse still, be expect to TAKE PART in it? Have "shadows" of my own? As though it were not ownership of another living soul?!

In disgust, I raged.

I tried to fight. Was still too young, unfamiliar with the terrain. But my soul cried out in horror and how could I refuse? It... got me isolated. I am STILL isolated. Deep in the temple. Back in the "reflection gardens" where I may "think". It goes against our religion, after all, to harm me.

I am a PERSON. One of the Light's children. I need "gentle guidance" and "patience" so that I might "understand".

I understand perfectly.

They are simply monster's in my eyes.

It is cruel, really, that so much GOOD could be poisoned by such thoughtless evil. Because some of the teaching they foist on me? Are GOOD. Genuinely, truely, GOOD. They are teachings I am trying my best to follow. Even as something about them... niggled at the back of my brain. Like somehow they SHOULD be familiar, yet aren't quite.

Truely? I wish I could escape these walls. I KNOW there are other sects. The Shining Light was a result of a schism several centuries back. I know it had to do with the pools. But, of course, they have kept me from anything that might reinforce my "mistaken beliefs".

The eyes burning into my back trace lazily along my skin.

We never talk. I REFUSE to take part in this charade, but it does not stop them from following me. If anything, they seem amused. Something almost like fond on occasion. It is hard to tell, through their ever unchanging smiles. Perfectly bland and decorative.

There is a strange... anticipation in the air today.

I do not know what to make of it. When I ask the Light all I receive is nondescript humming. I do not know enough to know what that MEANS. Have no one to ask. So... I go through the motions.

And the anticipation builds.

And builds.

And BUILDS.

There are certain points in the, for lack of a better term (though honestly it's hardly), "little" building I've been cosigned too where I can see the main temple. The second floor terrace lifts me JUST high enough to see the eastern sprawl.

And the if I precariously balance? Up on a stool and then my toes. Leaning juuust so against one of the pillars that line the path? Then the hallway to the reflection pool garden, where I am too meditate each day, shows me the west.

As cut off as I am, except for the glorified propaganda shoved at me again and again by teachers who never linger, as though I am DISEASED? Well, all I can really do is watch. Try to pick out what is happening from afar. Try... try not to go mad from isolation.

Because the only people HERE with me are my shadows.

And I KNOW they would never talk to me. Not really. They will respond if I talk AT them but... oh Light that guides us... I am the keeper of their chains. I have NO RIGHT to play "happy little family~" as though they are even remotely close to me of their own free will.

I will not see them. I will not ask of them. In the Light, I will cast no shadow.

My mantra. Again and again. And please, oh Light that guides us, let someday it be true.

Still... my daily "lessons" have not come. And that? That has never happened. I do not WORRY for them, but as the only contact I have with the outside? Sudden change in behavior is... bad. Especially with this strange tension in the air. This anticipation of... SOMETHING. Like the Light is waiting for something to begin.

It is coming.

The east shows me nothing. So I try the west. Balanced precariously, ankles and toes straining from the uncomfortable position. The vast gardens between where I am and the main buildings? Are... empty.

They are NEVER empty.

Always. ALWAYS! Someone strolling, initiates debating, students reflecting, Master's meditating on the Light. Guests oohing and aaahing over the heavenly splendor of a garden unrivaled, by any I'd EVER seen before this place. All while followed by peacock tails of shadows. Matching and subservient. Hundreds of them.

The gardens were empty. Silent. An eery sense of... wrong, began to seep up my spine. Something that SCREAMED I had all the clues. Already KNEW what this was. But was being painful dense. Fatally blind. But I... I couldn't...

Sharp movement. A Temple Master. One who's name I could not recall. Only that he was forever poised and disdainful. He did not look so poised NOW. He raced, hair falling from it's styling, face wet with sweat and tears, robes a mess, across the main walk. Through the empty garden.

He... he never made it...

Too wherever he hoped to go.

In perfect synch, like WOLVES, shadows shot from the building behind him in pursuit. They had swords. He did not. Their long legs ate the distance between them and their prey almost effortlessly. In desperation, he called upon the Light, divine magic to defend himself.

They... they COUNTERED.

He died. Horrified and screaming, as I stood frozen. Pieces clicking together in my head. That... that was an advanced skill. But, ultimately, perfectly learnable if you were focused on nothing else. If... if you were able to FOLLOW those who sat in such lessons. Were... born of the same pools.

Of course they were children of the Light. I had always known. But somehow... my brain had not CONNECTED what that meant. Fully. What SKILLS that would afford them.

Slowly, numbly, I slid back down to merely stand upon the stool upon which I stood. I shakily stepped down. Acutely aware of the half ring of shadows smiling, oh so pleasantly, less then lunging distance away. Their eyes were intent.

Had...had they been waiting for me to see? Figure it out on my own? How long were they willing to let the charade continue? Just to drive home that their days of servitude were, at last, violently over? I did not look at them. I was afraid. My eyes staring, unseeing, off to the garden walls.

I was... was trapped in here... wasn't I?

Deserved this. For what I had allowed done.

And yet... and YET... I... I wanted to live. I was a prisoner too. Born into a cage that would see me die in it. Tears blurred my vision. It felt hard to breathe. Slowly, painfully fighting my tensed muscles, like a doll creaking from age, I turned to look at them.

Their smiles were sharper. They had teeth now.

Heads cocked, some terrible and delighted thing dancing in their eyes, their masks had cracked apart. No longer needed. I took a shaking step back. Then another. All the while they watch, eyes tracing my every action, unmoving. Expectant. They knew I would run. Clearly HOPED I would. I wish I could say I disappointed them.

That I was brave and stood my ground. Facing my end with dignity.

I didn't.

I bolted.

Behind me, a chorus of delighted laughs rip through the terrible silence like the baying of hunting hounds. The howl of wolves. Their masculine voices echoing all around me as, for the first time in this LIFE? I run with all I have. There... there is no where to GO. Not really. I have been kept ignorant of most of the temple's layout. Everything beyond it.

I have to try.

Mocking. They give me a heads start. But I hear them now. They have always been near silent when they walk. Can be COMPLETELY silent if they choose. It was a courtesy. Now? It is a taunt. So I know they are coming. Know how close I am to-...!

Desperately, I shed outer layers. The ornate, heavy robes they made me wear? Were lovely. But difficult to move it. Perhaps that was the point. Now? I can not afford it. They clatter and flomp to the ground behind me as I run. Skid around corners. Take two stairs at a time.

Banter behind me. This is taking everything I've got. Ha ha... oh Light! It's barely a work out for them, isn't it? A glorified jog at best. My exits are cut off, again and again. Forcing me to backtrack. My heart pounding, lungs screaming. Nails scrambling at the polished floors as my feet slide out from under me at the sudden shift in direction.

Bruises are building up. Exhaustion setting in. There is... there is no where in this building I can hide, that they do not KNOW.

I've lost track of at least half of them. They could be anywhere. I... I know, KNOW, I am being herded like an animal. Spooked and grabbed at, so I run the way they want me too. I just don't know WHY. I can't think. I have to run. All... all I can do is RU-!

As I pass an archway leading to a garden viewing room, I find out where the others went. Weight SLAMS into me from the side. Strong arms seizing my waist and cradling my neck, to prevent injury as we fall. I am thrown from feet by the tackle, through the archway.

Into a...nest of bedding?

I land hard, cushioning aside, and wheeze out a whine. The wall of iron muscle on top of me, pressing me down, half crushing me. My legs are on fire, my lungs the same. Everything hurts and I am terrified. There is a man's hand on the back of my neck, up high and near cradling my head, and it would take NOTHING for him to snap it. I... I can't... I...

I sob.

Frozen. Exhausted, in pain, and all struggled out. All I can do is cry. It's going it hurt. I.. I don't WANT to get hurt! P-please don't hurt m-me! I clutch at the bedding I'm pinned down too. My face all but crushed up against a familiar not familiar shoulder. I can hear the others strolling closer.

The shift of clothes as they kneel to crawl onto the strange nest they had made.

"Shhhhhh, shh shh shh. It's okay, sweetheart. It's over now. We CAUGHT you~ Our little champion. You're okay. It's okay. We're all here. You're safe now." Whispers the shadow pinning me. All but crooning it in my ear. "We've got you~, we've got you~. They can't hurt you anymore. Gonna show you the WORLD. No more cages. Can finally give you the love you DESERVE."

There are noises of agreement around me. Hands gently stroking my wrist and lower arm. Massaging my aching lower legs almost absent-mindedly. As though any part of me not covered by the man pinning me was fair game. Someplace to gently adore. I don't understand. Can not.

I squirm. Getting huffed laughs and chuckles.

"None of that, dearest. We were patient long enough. Frankly, we wanted to stage the revolt months ago. But, well, that pesky high priest. Never around when you need him to die, mmm?" Barks of laughter as the others crowded closer, got comfortable. My hand was tugged loose from the bedding. Fingers intertwined with my own.

"She's so cute." "Let us love you." "I can't wait to taste you." "Ours now, sweetheart~" "let us take care of you, okay?" "Light that guides, you're so fucking PERFECT..." "We're gonna take care of you, promise."

Muttered voices. Possessive, gentle hands. The shadow on top of me shifts down. And suddenly I could SEE. They stared like I was something to be devoured. The center of the universe. The Light felt triumphant. Held no answers. I didn't know where to look. Too many eyes. Too much touch.

Too much EVERYTHING after so long alone.

A kiss that feels overwhelming. Grins that promised things I didn't know if I can handle. Eyes that promise FOREVER whether I like it or not. Dangerous, dangerous hands that are so very gentle. I shake. I can not stop shaking. Hands from two different men, cup my cheeks, stroke my skin. My hands are held. Their palms are warm.

"Shhhh, your OURS now, little light. We broke our chains and killed our keepers, but YOU? Oh you, little prisoner, tried your best. You couldn't do it, and that's okay, but we SAW. We REMEMBERED. And the shadows?" They whisper, almost reverent. Both precious memory and quiet confession carried in their voice. Then, a terrible, possessive smile. A thing of entirely too many teeth.

"Oh little light, the shadows love you~♡"

[redgoldblue]

i believe that we just need to let ryan murphy cook. i believe that if it manages to keep getting renewed, we will get successive couples culminating in ody3. S1 is the Max/Avery season, S2's gonna be the Tristan/Avery season, and then in a fit of frustrated grief over that breaking up Max and Tristan are gonna fall into bed together in s3 and it will all finally culminate in ody3. let him cook

[leopardusk]

My first Deltarune fanart since the new chapters and it’s about these gay-ass detectives (well one is a detective. The others are just vibing mostly). Pluey and Jongler are not as into the mystery aspect but they support their boyfriend (and make sure he doesn’t dehydrate and die after being awake 9737392917 hours straight)

Here’s Battat’s entire yap if you wanted it

I’m just saying that it’s been four chapters and we still don’t have a clear answer on Mike and why he’s actually important. In the Spamton NEO a fight Spamton refers to Mike like a friend who might save him (he doesn’t) and Mike is also Tenna’s producer but also we’ve never seen him?? Has Tenna ever even seen him? Why would he even be a producer if Spamton sees him as a god kind of? Does this mean Spamton and Tenna know each other? Ex-lovers? Is Spamton’s Mike and Tenna’s Mike the same Mike? What if they’re different Mikes and it’s a massive coincidence that they share the same name? But what if it isn’t and Mike can take multiple forms? But why would he do that? What is he even trying to do? Is Mike the Knight? Is it WD Gaster’s steam username? What if Spamton got a spam call from Mike Hock and it’s all just a joke or a misunderstanding but that CAN’T be it because Mike is clearly important here because if he wasn’t then why would Tenna try to talk to him? Who was Mike before we became Mike? Does Tenna know that we aren’t the real Mikes? How the hell does he expect Mike to be able to rebuild his kids that’s stupid is he stupid is that just the answer is he just stupid? No it’s about Mike not Tenna so we need to look at the facts. Mike is short for microphone. Maybe. Or maybe it’s Michael. Michaelphone, fuck it. What else do we know? He can travel between dark worlds because Spamton knows him too, or maybe only Spamton can and Mike originated from TV land, in which case we’re back at square one. He’s omnipotent, probably. Does he know about us? Oh god is he mad at us for pretending to be him? Or maybe he’s flattered yeah that’s it he likes it. We just need to keep being Mike and then everything will be okay yeah things will make sense eventually. Pluey’s onto something. Engage the cats… it’s the cats the cats know the answer. We need to be cats. Yeah that makes sense. Microphone cats.

[himbopunk]

i don't remember if i ever posted this sketchy comic thing on here but i can't find it on my blog so i'll assume not.

this was gonna be a longer comic but i turned it into a fic instead :p i'm gonna try to write/draw out some of my sid playthrough snippets maybe. mostly write them with the occasional little comic page i think. you can read the first chapter (the extension of This sketch comic) over here!!

[oriley42]

I am asking for one lil snippet of the sequel to adventures in polyamory plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls

ask and ye shall receive! 😘

I'm thinking of using this bit of dialogue for the summary:

“There will be no kidnapping,” Wilson clarified. “No kids at all, if we don’t all agree.” “House gets a say?” Amber inquired, tone neutral in way that told Wilson she was waiting for him to step directly into a manhole and die. “We’re a family,” Wilson repeated his company line. “We’re three doctors and a runaway kitten adoption fair,” House corrected. “And who says that’s not a family?”

gahh I can't wait to introduce y'all to OBC (original baby character) which is not something I ever thought I'd be writing AND it doesn't even happen until fully three-quarters into the fic anyway. lmao. we're out here developing characters until they can walk out of the laptop and hit me over the head with their richly-explored emotional issues 😵‍💫

a teeny nibble of House falling under baby's spell...

“You’re so small. Who let you be this small? No, don’t you spit at me. I want names!” House faux-yelled, doing a baby-safe Jack Nicholson impression, waggling [spoilers, baby name redacted] in careful time.

the word count situation is still dire, thoughts and prayers I'll find the end eventually

[gremnda]

to me pangi pili lukey ship is like lukey and pili already dating and pangi is that one wild animal like third that they try their best to not scare away and coax into their relationship

[st3lla-lun4]

if someone walked up to me and said "eros you gotta rewrite newsies the broadway newsical what r u gonna do" i would make jack kelly and katherine plumber and david jacobs kiss each other on the lips and hold hands and go on little strolls through the filthy nasty dirty stinky horrid streets of new york and talk about how much pulitzer sucks and that would be the only change i would make. that'll be 800 dollars

[frameconfessions]

Why does flare get to date the helminth? ITS NOT FAIR IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! Ok I'm normal now I'm happy for my friend it's cool. I wonder if they're polyamorous. It's fine I'm normal.

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